Transportation, cont'd

Alright.

So there your are. It's six'o'clock by your in-dash clock. Being German, it is totally correct.

And you are stuck in the feeder traffic on 10th Ave, in the rain. With thousands of other motorists, trying to get into the Lincoln Tunnel. It's been grey all day, and now it's getting dark. And your flight leaves from Teterboro. In one hour.

You pump your clutch for thirty minutes, never getting into 2nd gear. But throughout all of this, as you sit in your volkswagon GTI, you don't lose your shit. The seats are confortable. You, having had the presence of mind to keep good music in the car, listen to an excellent mix on the very capable monsoon stereo. You tell your girl "It's all going to be fine."

A small, sleek center of well designed calm amidst a sea of frustrated humanity.

And then it's New Jersey - heavy traffic, local roads, crappy rain and slick pavement. It's Friday night in the meadowlands.

But we make great time, chaning lanes passing, navigating to somewhat reputable handwritten directions, one eye on the clock, the sense of urgency made worse by a dire need to urinate.

The GTI was a champion. Sailed over the railroad tracks, left onto industrial ave and there we were. 7:10 p.m. Made the flight - in the air by 7:22 p,m.

Booyah.